[Book 1 in the Chaos series]
The Theory of Kayden:
- frontman of before the chaos
- typical bad boy
- grade a jackass
- caffeine addict
- my utter weakness
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Photography was my life, hence why I jumped at the chance to travel the country with m...
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\\ from the day i saw you
i really really want to catch your eye
there's something special 'bout you
i must really like you
'cause not a lotta guys
are worth my time \\
alicia keys - you don't know my name
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After I get off at the train station near where the buses are parked, I'm stopped by a huge, muscly guy with a bald head and an angry scowl on his face.
"Where are you going, miss?" He growls, holding out an arm in front of me.
"Over there," I tell him, pointing at the buses behind us.
He shakes his head. "I don't think so. I think you should turn around and walk in the opposite direction because you're not getting any closer."
"Come on!" I exclaim. "I'm the tour photographer. I'm Nate's sister. My name is Taysie Fletcher. I'm on the list!" Before he can reply, a voice comes from the other side of us.
"Mike!" I spin around to find a blonde guy with a suitcase running in our direction. He barrels into Baldy and I take a step back.
"Noah," Baldy says. "Get your scrawny ass arms off me."
"I'm not scrawny," Blondie - Noah - pouts before tensing his arms.
Two more guys join us, one with a pair of drumsticks in his back pocket and the other has a guitar back attached to his back, but it's the one bringing up the rear that catches my attention.
He's wearing a pair of black jeans low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his Calvin's. His grey muscle tank shows exactly that; muscles. His arms are gorgeous and his entire left one is covered in a sleeve of tattoos. It's not just his body. His face is what causes my breathing to hitch. Right from his messy, black waves to the deep brown eyes to the black lip ring through his full bottom lip. The only word is wow.
"You boys' bus is the middle one," Baldy tells them before turning back to me again, causing me to jump out of my daydream of those arms being put to good use. "Why are you still here? Your story isn't a believable one."
Calvin - because I don't know his name - frowns down at me. "You another groupie tryin' to hook up with Nate Fletcher?"
I don't even try to hide the disgust on my face at this random guy who's deciding to insult me. I don't care how attractive he is. He's an ass. "Um, no. Is that the way you talk to every girl, or am I just special?"
